Doomed

At the age of 10, you underwent the Dooming, a coming-ofage ritual observed by many humans in the Old World. During the incense-laden rite, a priest of Morr known as a doomsayer foretold the manner of your death. In conjunction with your GM, devise a suitable Doom. If your Character dies in the manner foretold, all allied Characters immediately refresh their Fortune, and your next Character begins play with an additional Fate Point.

Dooming Table

Roll	Dooming
01–03	The witch’s word shall write your doom.
04–06	Beware the sign of the crimson sun.
07–09	Thine mind lingers overlong in the land of dreams.
10–12	Tread not upon the tender roots of sleeping trees.
13–15	Trust not the signs of Ranald.
16–18	Hold thine breath under Morrslieb’s light, lest darkness take root in thine soul.
19–21	Fear the land bereft of the seagull’s cry.
22–24	Be thou impious upon a Mondstille night and thou wilt never see another.
25–28	Trust not in the strength of bridges if the day be a Festag.
29–31	The children of Ulric call, with haste thou wilt fall.
32–34	A night without song precedes a morning without waking.
35–38	For the want of a key, that’s the ending of thee.
39–41	An ogre may name you his most valuable boon and yet remain an ogre.
42–44	It ringeth once: peace. It ringeth twice: pleasure. It ringeth thrice: death.
45–47	The Twisted Puppeteer doth pull thy strings and thus conjure up the end of things.
48–50	Ottokar dared to court the divine, but to do so is no right of thine.
51–52	Recall young Tomas and provoke not the beast of the woods.
53–55	Be thou circumspect when carousing with dwarfs.
56–58	Plague and dark disease shall bring thee quickly to thy knees.
59–62	The sword shalt deliver no justice, only thine end.
63–65	The sticky bun! The pork pasty! The eel and leek pie! Lo, they are Morr’s dishes!
66–68	Strain thou not the patience of the weary Shallyan.
69–71	A lurker in goblin shape waits to waylay every treasure seeker.
72–74	Recall Baron Trister and honour thy debts.
75–78	Keep the relic of a crow’s skull upon thee, lest thee drink poison and perish.
79–81	When thou wager with elves, win thou may, lose thou may, but cheat thou not.
82–84	Laugh not in the face of the flatulent lest thine own guts fester.
85–87	Never was there one such as thee, who drowned on land and not at sea.
88–91	As new life cries out, Father Morr shall welcome thee.
92–94	Heed the siren’s trilling, or soon your heart lies still.
95–97	Rise not before Cacklefax’s calling, for thine death is early indeed.
98–00	Morr sends a maiden.

[Talent, Core]

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